He finished off his mead through Zolins emphatic speech and slammed the mug to the table. "I was hoping you lot would be eager to get the hells back out there. Because there's a trope for us to take part in. A good ol fashioned romp in said tavern, eh?" He shot a quick look to the barkeep. A...
He reached out and grabbed the letter with a grimace, stiletto in hand. He was a veteran of his craft. But even still, the nights grew long, ever growing towards the inevitable. Death. This letter reeked of it. They always did. He opened the letter with a seasoned swipe and read it out loud.
To...
To a party of seasoned vampire hunters such as yourselves, what you see is but another dull tavern, in another dull town, in some nameless province. It is but another span of time between the challenges of true adventuring. A dense fog had settled over the town, amplifying its drab taste. The...
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